Owain Glyn


Turning


Inside my head
The wheels are turning.
Not madly, not furiously,
Like the wheel of chance,
Creating misery, or joy.

No, my wheels turn more slowly
Like a Ferris wheel,
The London eye,
Moving, then pausing
To let me feed off the vista.

I see the silver ribbon
Of the river.
Pleasure boats and warships,
Side by side
Resting, on the self-same tide.

With you
The pleasure is a fleeting thing.
White sails struck,
Now cannons roar
Preparing for impending war.

The wheel moves again,
I view the Palace of Westminster.
It's hallowed halls
Where laws are drawn,
And many lies are told.

I see your smile
And drink it in.
Believing it will slake my thirst
To leave me sated
For a while.

With you
The smile lasts only
Until you draw,
Another law
Without consultation.

The wheel moves again
This time,
I see the far horizon.
Should I, now turn away,
From you......today?
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Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013

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Decisions to be made.

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  • Stevie Taite (2/24/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    This is wonderful and metaphorically magic. A really clever and creative way to express this set of feelings. X x x (Report) Reply

  • Lynne Fincherspringarden (2/22/2013 1:45:00 AM)

    Yes some decisions are so very hard to face. Sometimes we are tempted to just allow the events of life decide our course for us. The rising tide of life will either find us lingering upon a war ship like some lost ghost. Or will take us away on the pleasure boat of life. But who will be the captain? Us or the turbulent sea of life? This poem is full of mystery and beautifully written as always. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (2/18/2013 7:06:00 PM)

    How long does the London Eye ride last and is that enough time for contemplation?
    A poem about relationships with views of London makes for good reading. (Report) Reply

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